It was full of a new vital, pulsing personality that seemed to pervade it and to be quite independent of schoolgirl books and dresses and ribbons, and even of the cracked blue jug full of apple blossoms on the table.

It was as if all the dreams, sleeping and waking, of its vivid occupant had taken a visible although unmaterial form and had tapestried the bare room with splendid filmy tissues of rainbow and moonshine.

Presently Marilla came briskly in with some of Anne's freshly ironed school aprons.

She hung them over a chair and sat down with a short sigh.

She had had one of her headaches that afternoon, and although the pain had gone she felt weak and "tuckered out," as she expressed it.